[Intro]
Monsieur, s'il vous plait

[Instrumental]

[Verse 1]
If I'm the mirror and you're the image
Then what's the secret between the two
These 'me's and 'you's, how many can there be?
Oh, I don't mind that around the place
As long as you keep it away from me

[Verse 2]
I've begun to regret that we ever met
Between the dimensions
It gets such a strain to pretend that the change
Is anything but cheap...
With your infant pique and your angst pretensions
Sometimes you act like such a creep

[Bridge 1]
And now I'm standing in the corner
Looking at the room and the furniture
In cheap imitation of alienation and grief
And now we're going to the kitchen
Fix ourselves a drink and a cigarette
Getting no closer to being the joker or thief
Who's the joker? Who's the thief?
Who's the joker? Who's the thief?
[Verse 3]
Still, I reflect, it's a nervous wreck
Who stands before me can see as well
Can surely tell that he's not yet free;
He can turn aside, but can no more ignore me
Than know which one of us is he
Than tell what he is going to be
Than know which one of is me

[Instrumental]

[Outro]
Take the mirror away
Take the mirror away
Take the mirror away
And when it's gone, then the real one will stay
And now we're going to the kitchen
Fix ourselves a drink and a cigarette
Getting no closer to being the joker or thief